Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.